7 Sexy Stories About Boob Sex That'll Make You WANT To Try It

There are "breast" men and "ass" men, for lack of a better name, and perhaps I’m a bit pessimistic, but I can't quite bring myself to understand the infatuation with boobs — sexually, that is.

What fun are they? Not much, but ass? There’s lots of slapping and loving that can happen there (with the booty) ... depending on how you like your sex delivered. Or at least nothing that brings pleasure to a guy.

Of course, where there’s a will, there’s a way, and as sure as I breathe, I'm willing to bet that it was a breast man (somewhere in the world) who invented the underwhelming act of breast sex or boob sex — grossly and unappealingly (but rightfully) labeled as “titty f*cking.” (Which, if you’ve tried it you’re probably aware that it’s a fitting description.)

But for the love of all that is good, I can’t really find or even try to understand the pleasure that is boob sex. Not when men request, not as it’s happening, and not after.

Craig kissed each of my nipples. I could hear his breathing growing heavy and I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked gently while cupping my right breast in his hand. Again, he raised himself and looked at me. I squirmed and couldn't help but stare back with heavy lids, bedroom eyes. His gaze made its way from my face to my toes, and slowly back again. Then he kissed my mouth. He kissed my chin. He kissed my neck. He slowly kissed every part of me that had grabbed his attention, and I'd really gotten his attention. He lowered my skirt slightly to kiss my hips and lower belly. He raised my skirt to kiss my thighs, my knees, my ankles, the tops of my feet.

Kay brought her fingers up to the first buttoned button on her sweater and with two delicate fingers popped it open, exposing a much better view of her succulent cleavage and a hint of white lace beneath her sweater.

I grinned as I stared at her freckled naked flesh and said. "Kay honey you're going to have me in the same state I was in earlier on the way over here."

"Oh really?" she replied, adding, "That's the plan baby."

As I lifted my draught to my lips, I felt one of her feet slide between my legs. My wide smile acknowledged that she could explore more if she liked. Her toes slid along the seat until they reached my crotch and she gently massaged my balls and the base of my cock shaft with her nimble digits.

He dries me, and then dresses me, lacing up the corset so I can I "fluff" my breasts into the perfect perky spot. He starts rolling the stockings up my legs, attaching to the garters with just a small fumble as he connects the two. I slide into my heels, on my feet and leaning into him, his mouth nibbling on mine and my hands on his ass, backing ever so slowly toward the bed. I reluctantly pull away and hand him the thigh cuffs...to put on me. He looks a tad confused but does it just the same, indulging me in my whims while I put on the brass belly chains around my waist...and then I attach the cuffs on his wrists to the d rings on the outside of my thighs and he's on his knees again. I want his mouth on me, and chaining his collar to the belly chains leave him little choice in the matter.

Her tits hung down to her waist —​ they were so big they had nowhere else to go —​ and her nipples were dark crimson. She wasn't expecting anything like this, I assumed, because her armpits were thick with stubble from not having shaved in a few days. That didn't bother me, although she seemed embarrassed when my fingers stroked their coarseness.

"Nice," I said, and being a child of the 70s it wouldn't even have bothered me if she hadn't ever shaved at all.

One thing I was hoping for was a furry pussy, since I've not been able to get used to that juvenile look of the bald crotch so many girls seemed to favor these days. Thankfully, Kelly had a thick and dense bush between her legs, and it was wet with excitement as I eased her down onto the bed.

I can't stop thinking about the last time we were together. Things were getting very hot and I knew that soon we'd be taking it to the next level. You seemed to instinctively know all of the right places to touch me. Tangled there on the couch, our legs intertwined, I could feel your hard, hard cock pressing into my thigh through your jeans. I'd slipped off your shirt and you, mine. You were so cute, fumbling with my bra.

We had pretty good sex back at my place, but once we were done we couldn't fall asleep. So I ordered a pizza and we stayed up watching old cheesy eighties movies and got to talking. I've never been one to kick a woman out after I've had my way, but for the first time she turned out to genuinely interest me. She was an artist and wanted to get into animation. She had a knack for caricatures but knew how to replicate the styles of other given just a few days to practice. She was talented, that's what drew me to her.

One way or another, I did the same for her. She must have liked my writing style because I showed her a few of my short stories that night and she was impressed. We went on a morning date when the sun rose, had sex again, and passed out for the entire Saturday. The next day we woke up just at dawn and decided it would be fun to keep dating.

Strings of saliva began to dangle down from the corners of her lips. Joe pushed her head all the way down, forcing her to devour every inch of his long pole. As Kate's mouth pushed down to the base, he moaned while holding her there. He listened to her mouth, gagging after a few seconds. Kate's eyes watered up, smearing her mascara. After a few more seconds, Joe finally pulled her mouth from his cock to release her. She breathed in relief while long ropes of saliva dangled from his cock back to her mouth. Kate looked back into his eyes while catching her breath. Joe was a classic jock, all the way to the point that he had that usual shit-eating grin on his face. His eyes looked down as her spit began to drip down to her tits tucked in that little green bra.